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I tilted my head back to take a better look. There was a hint of familiar smirk in one corner of his mouth. I remembered the times when I itched to slap it of his face. Right now I wanted to kiss it. And that's exactly what I did.
The smirk grew more pronounced under my lips.
"Eric", I sighed happily, leaning into his touch when he tucked loose strand of hair behind my ear.
His hold on me changed slightly, morphing into something closer to an embrace.
"Don't ever do that again", he said, his smirk disappearing.
"Kiss you?", I teased, drunk on the feeling of his hands on me.
He growled. An honest to God growl and I giggled, but my laughter died quickly as he claimed my lips in hard, punishing kiss.
I could take this form of punishment every day.
"Say it", he demanded, when he broke away from me , leaving me gasping for air.
"I promise", I said turning serious.
I run my fingertips over his face, caressing exposed skin. He seemed to like it.
"Are you done running from me?", he asked.
I only managed to nod, before he continued his assault of my mouth. I gripped his shoulders and desperately kissed him back. The kiss was rough and possessive and there was a very clear massage behind it. I was sure Eric had more to say on the matter, but right now he chose to show me what he meant rather than actually say it. He was marking me, with his actions and his scent. I had a feeling he'd mark me with more than this before he'd be done with me. I shivered at the thought and Eric's fangs clicked into place, slicing my tongue in process. Eric made some kind of throaty sound and sucked greedily on the cut. The kiss grew more intense and it looked like things were about to get out of control.
"You're mine", he growled out. And never in my life would I have thought those words could make me that happy.
"Only yours", I agreed breathlessly, answering unvoiced challenge.
It only spurred him further. I had a feeling he's going to be unbearably smug after my eager agreement, but at the moment I didn't care.
I felt Eric lifting me easily and only then I realised I was wrapped around him like a monkey. Somewhere in the back of my head I knew we should stop, that this was not right place and, sadly, the right time. Not quite, not yet; we should go home and talk...
"There will be no going back this time", he warned me suddenly.
For a second I couldn't remember why he'd even feel a need to tell me this.
"I don't want to go back", I said, bewildered. "I love you."
Eric stopped abruptly, staring at me with unreadable expression on his face.
"Eric?", I questioned, stroking his cheek. "What's wrong?"
"But", he said softly, yet somehow gravely.
"What?"
I searched his eyes, honestly not understanding.
"But", he said again.
At this point my mind was turned into a mush and I didn't even realise he was baiting me, and why he was questioning me. I couldn't think of a single "but", he'd be probably hinting at.
"But? But what?", I repeated confused. "What's going on?"
Apparently, my lack of answer was the right answer itself because I could swear, that I saw another piece of ice in his eyes melting just then. I sucked my breath waiting for his response, but he simply kissed me hungrily again instead of explaining.
"Er-?", I tried.
"Shut up", he cut me, his voice thick.
"Okay", I agreed meekly.
What can I say? Confusing or not, Eric's kisses were earth-shattering.
However, I forgot about my confusion almost instantly, as he worked me into frenzy.
I felt, trough the fog in my head, that he lowered himself to the ground sitting with me on his lap. His hands moved under my top and I rocked my hips whimpering. God, I missed him. I know it sounds ridiculous, considering it's been only few days since our last time together, but I spent most of them convinced I'd never get a chance to experience it again.
I wasn't sure if the night was chilly, or if I was shivering for entirely different reason. He kissed his way down my neck and my fingers curled seeking something to grip for support. My left hand closed on his shoulder, while the other landed on something hard and cold. Stony.
One would have thought I should have stopped the moment I realised it was a tombstone behind Eric's back I've been holding on.
But, nooooo. It was only when I noticed the letters on it and focused enough to read them despite the heavy haze of lust clouding my sight and judgement. I gasped realising whose empty grave it was I've been currently rolling on with my Viking.
"Eric Northman!", I shouted mortified. "You wouldn't!"
He burst into long, loud laughter. I wanted to be mad at him for trying to trick me into doing something so mean, but I couldn't help feeling relief at hearing this sound again.
"You can't blame me for trying", he said, twinkle in his eye, and that damn smirk in place.
God help me, because he was right. I couldn't.
Some time later, we were climbing on my porch steps, both of us considerably calmer. We agreed to move to another location, after only one attempt from Eric to change my mind about fucking on one very particular grave. I wasn't entirely sure if he was kidding. Even now I caught him gazing toward a cemetery regretfully.
"I'm pretty sure one could put it under lease majesty", I mumbled under my breath.
Eric grinned at me and I glared at him. I shook my head and turned toward the doors with Eric hot on my heels. I put the key into the lock, but it didn't turn. I furrowed my eyebrows. I could have sworn I locked the doors.
"That's weird", I said and pressed the handle before Eric could have stopped me.
In the next few seconds, many things happened seemingly at the same time.
The doors cracked open.
I felt a whoosh of air, when Eric zipped past me and knocked me behind himself, before I could look inside and before the doors even fully opened.
I fell on my butt from the force of Eric's push.
Then I heard a gunshot.
I'll be happy what You think.